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Waiter Yang Yu confessed all the secrets hidden in his heart — hysterically, without holding anything back.
He twisted the knife tip in the body of the rat, his mismatched eyes filled with bloodshot veins; he gasped for air, like a wild dog with rabies.
"Feeling better after letting it all out?" Xuan Wen didn't care about Yang Yu's behavior, casually walked over.
The flawless angel walked amid the mud and stench, stopping two steps away from Yang Yu, and handed him a clean tissue, "Wipe the blood off your hands."
"You, you're not afraid of me?" Yang Yu struggled to control himself, grasping the knife stained with rat blood.
"Why should I be afraid? I think you're right, in this insane world, you're the most normal person." Xuan Wen said with a smile, "God so dearly loves you that he allowed you to meet me."
Yang Yu couldn't believe what he was hearing; this perfect woman seemed to accept him. There wasn't a hint of disgust in her eyes; she was different from everyone else.
